Superman #74 (December 1992)

Concentrating all their firepower on his crotch? No wonder this fucker killed Superman!

I used the word "crotch" for Doomsday's naughty place because nobody actually knows what's going on down there. Does Doomsday even have genitalia? If so, is it more sensitive than the rest of his body? Is it just a huge bone spur? Maybe it takes the strength of somebody like Superman for Doomsday to feel anything down below and he's getting off on finally feeling something in his sexy spot. It's like how I imagine Lois Lane has to wear a Kryptonite retainer when she's blowing Superman just so he feels something. Plus the Kryptonite makes it so that when he comes in her mouth, he doesn't blow her head off of her neck. I bet Superman has a sex room in the Fortress of Solitude where the sexy lighting is just a miniature red sun. I'm assuming that most invulnerable superheroes have a nervous system to match so that they don't feel the pain of every super-powered punch to their invulnerable and undamaged face. That makes the most sense and the main evidence is when Superman gets hit super-duper duper-super hard, he usually says something like, "Whoa! I actually felt that!" Which means he definitely isn't feeling anything when Lois slides a finger up his butthole. I mean, as if she could slide a finger up there! She'd need a nuclear powered jackhammer to untighten that sphincter.

I was going to start reading these comics straight through before writing about them to speed up the process but I've found it's not possible. Because I begin reading and then I stumble upon some action or image that I just have to comment on. Like this:

Maxima's an alien from Almerac so it would be ignorant of me to assume that her crotch shouldn't hang down that far.

Ice convinces Maxima to take Blue Beetle to the hospital instead of stopping Doomsday from killing hundreds of more people on his rampage toward Metropolis. Ice assures Maxima that she'll stop Doomsday herself and Maxima somehow doesn't shit her intestines out of her asshole laughing. I suppose in comic book terms, there's not much difference between Maxima trying to stop Doomsday and Ice trying to stop Doomsday. We, the reader, know he's bound to kill Superman so why would any of us believe Maxima's mind forcefields would work to contain Doomsday any better than Ice's ice cubes? Maybe Doomsday's weakness is cold and he's immune to mind powers because he's just a mindless killing machine. Maxima carries Blue Beetle off while everybody else lies around dying, I guess?

You should realize you're not much of a superhero when you're the only one lying around unconscious who anybody is actually worried about.

While Maxima runs off with Blue Beetle and her huge crotch, Ice follows Doomsday's trail of disaster in the hopes that she'll stop him. She really is the most optimistic hero on the team. I also want to call her perky but that might be because I can't stop thinking about her breasts hanging out from under her quarter-top. The underboob costume might be the sexiest super hero costume of the '90s and it's on what often feels like the most prudishly written character. Maybe that's also why she's so sexy! Also maybe she's sexy because I know she gets to look at Guy Gardner's hog. Fucking lucky.

While on the trail of Doomsday (and Booster, I guess? Apparently he's still battling him), Ice comes upon the coolest kid in the world.

Skateboarding without a helmet while also chewing gum?! Fuck yeah!

This kid whose home life sucks who also thinks school sucks but proclaims he loves Fridays because he's the most boring cool guy of the '90s wears a "Meta Death" t-shirt. The shirt alone proves why Artificial Intelligence sucks. Because if AI came up with that shirt (assuming it somehow figured out how to do actual writing because the prompt was so fucking laborious you might as well have drawn the stupid picture yourself anyway, you talentless prick (Who am I insulting?! I guess everybody who uses AI!)), I wouldn't give a shit. But knowing that an actual person was all, "What's a good fake metal band name that sort of sounds like an actual metal band name? Metal Death? No! I know! META DEATH!" Hmm, now that I typed that out, maybe the kid's shirt was actually supposed to say "Metal Death" but the "L" was hidden by his jacket. Also maybe this is where Scott Snyder got the idea for the Meta-Gene actually being the "FUCK YEAH METAL GENE!"

Also this kid isn't the coolest kid in the world at all! I was duped!

He's the biggest dick in the world! I bet he listens to Joe Rogan and has framed pictures of Jordan Peterson in his locker at school. When he called his home a "war zone", he meant the zone where he conducts war against his mother who obviously cares about him (more evidence of her love appears in some non-scanned panels I didn't have room for because we've got a really juicy one of Ice's crotch coming up!). Calling his home a war zone was also foreshadowing for Doomsday bringing his war and Ice's crotch to this kid's kitchen.

Well, she almost stopped him!

Doomsday smashes up the family's car and Meta Death is all, "That guy rocks harder than Axl Rose shitting into a tube attached to Robert Plant's asshole!" I disagree with that because now that I've typed it, I kind of want to see a comic book splash page of that. Maybe even a video. Are Plant and Rose down on their luck right now? Could we get a GoFundMe together for them contingent on filming the shitting into each other's anuses video? The video could be called "Fertilizing the Garden"! Maybe have a hot woman in an Alice in Wonderland get-up holding the tube and saying things like, "Curiouser and curiouser!" Also you'd be able to see her nipples poking through her top. What's the woman from the Blues Traveler video, "Runaround", doing? She's probably still hot, right? I'm sure I'd think so because I seem to like the way women I've had crushes on my whole life are aging with me. Winona Ryder. Christina Applegate. Stacie Mistysyn.

Anyway, Booster Gold tosses a tube full of shit into the bushes as he and Superman arrive on the scene from whatever the fuck they were doing while Doomsday was throwing Ice through the wall. Meta Death's mom is all, "That Superman easily took a punch from the fat guy in the body bag!" And Meta Death is all, "Who cares? Superman sucks. He's a bigger potato than that Ross from Friends."

Do we ever find out Doomsday's real name? Or did Booster just happen to guess it correctly? Or maybe Skeets fed him the information from the future?

Doomsday kicks Superman through Meta Death's "war zone", completely collapsing it. Superman is all, "Unbelievable! I don't know if I've ever been hit that hard!" Well, you still haven't, Supes, because he kicked you. Is that me being too pedantic just to be a dick? Probably. Remember, I'm the idiot who immediately thought Meta Death was super cool when he was obviously, on a quick re-assessment, the worst person in the world.

While Superman catches his breath, Doomsday decides to kill Booster Gold and Ice.

I know he's not really dead. Stupid force field saved his stupid spud butt.


What a dumb spud! Just lying on the counter waiting to get her back broken!

Just before Doomsday kills the mom and her baby, Superman begins wailing on Doomsday with his fists. He could have grabbed him by one of his loose pipes and dragged him into space but he's probably still reeling from that kid calling him a spud. What a classic insult!

The rest of the Justice League arrive to re-enact the cover where they're all shooting him in the crotch but it doesn't help. All it does is free up Doomsday's other arm and destroy some of the body bag he's wearing so that eager readers can finally get a look at his face! And his left nipple!

I would have made his nipple a bone spur.

Do all sentient beings in the DC Universe have nipples? Seems a bit far-fetched. Or maybe it's far-fetched to expect them to have only two nipples. Doomsday's upper torso should be riddled with nipples and bone spurs. At least I know they'll never show what's going on between his legs so I'm free to imagine it's either a massive bone spur or a clanking, crashing clam-like opening full of teeth and razors. You know, depending on his gender. I shouldn't presume to understand his alien anatomy. For all I know, he's just got a second, smaller face down there.

Doomsday continues to beat the shit out of Booster Gold so hard and with such specific moves that I think I've figured out where he's from.

Doomsday's from Philadelphia, isn't he?

No alien from another world is going to drag some chump over to a car that he shouldn't recognize just to slam his head in the door. This guy's definitely from Philly. Maybe Boston.

For a creature who's faster than The Flash (I'm not buying it) and strong enough to surprise Superman, there's no way Booster Gold's head wouldn't have just come completely off when slammed in the car door. Maybe his goggles offered just enough protection to keep his head barely on his body.

The house explodes just as the mother mentions a gas line which keeps me from writing three paragraphs about why the house exploded just because Superman crashed through it. The family is caught in the middle of the fire but Superman gives chase to Doomsday who has decided he's hurt enough people here. Superman hears the kid calling but realizes he can't go back to help; he needs to stop Doomsday before he can kill more people. Also that kid called him a spud; does he expect Superman to give a shit about him or his family now? Fuck that kid!

Superman #74 Rating: B. I probably could have given this comic book an A because I did enjoy it. But then Booster Gold said Doomsday was faster than The Flash and even my ability to process and accept comic book logic couldn't make that statement compute. I suppose I could give Booster the benefit of the doubt and say he had such a massive head injury by the time he yelled that that he wasn't processing reality too accurately. But I don't give benefits of the doubt which is why writers like Cullen Bunn and Mark Millar despise me! Which is sad because all I ever wanted was my father's love. I mean the love of writers who remind me of my father.

I mean the love of people who were formerly the world's youngest hypnotist!

Superman: The Man of Steel #18 (December 1992)

Look out, Superman! It's a fat guy in a hazmat suit!

In 1992, a fat guy in a hazmat suit was the most intimidating and threatening image a team of comic book creators could come up with. Either that or Dan Jurgens hadn't quite finished with his sketch for a creature that would finally bring down Superman. After pressuring him to finish up the scariest creature he's ever designed but getting nowhere, they simply yelled at Jon Bogdanove to "put him in a bag covered in PVC piping and be done with it!" This cover looks like something Keith Giffen would have wet farted out of his asshole while drunk and still made into the most hilarious comic book DC ever published. Except it's supposed to be threatening. Maybe everybody remembered how fucking stupid Lobo looked when he first appeared and yet he became the deadliest character in the DC Universe. So editorial was all, "Who cares how dumb he looks! We'll make him threatening later!" And then Dan Jurgens was all, "What if his bones were on the outside?" And that allowed Bogdanove to make Doomsday just a little bit more interesting on the inside.

This isn't anything like Wolverine, you cynical assholes. Doomsday's knuckle blades are stubby spikes!

I don't know why Doomsday broke out of the middle of the Earth instead of crashing to Earth from space. I guess so he could be more of a surprise. Coming from space, everybody would have noticed him. But crashing out of the ground like a fat mole in a hazmat suit tangled up in PVC pipes? That's fucking bad-ass! Did that read as sarcastically as I hoped it would? I don't like to be sarcastic because it feels like I'm disrespecting the medium of comic books when I do. But having just realized, after all these years, that Superman was killed by a fucking mole man has me questioning if the comic book medium perhaps didn't have the best people working in it.

This is the page opposite the one I scanned of Doomsday breaking out of the ground:

Apparently you put glasses on this body, throw it in a suit, make it stumble and stutter a bit, and suddenly everybody thinks this Chad is a fucking cuck.

Sorry for the worst-people-on-Earth vernacular. Sometimes I can't help myself. Anyway, those two pictures splashed on opposite pages tells nearly the entire story soon to come. A demon of destruction risen from Hell battling against a soaring, sky-bound angel of hope, complete with the name of the victor over Superman's head. Did I even need to buy the next year's worth of Superman comic books? Did I need to purchase this issue twice?

Oh yeah. I have two copies of this issue! I'm sure it was an absentminded error and not some sort of '90s comic retirement plan. I never fell for that investment shit. If I have two copies of an issue, it's because the comic book shop left the comic on the "NEW!" rack two weeks in a row and I'd forgotten I'd purchased the book the week before. I have far worse duplicates than the first appearance of Doomsday as evidence that I wasn't trying to make money. Although the main evidence of that is that I own zero Image titles from the '90s!

The main story concerns some underworld monster club living in the Metropolis subway and sewer tunnels who want to take over the above world. Was Superman's main threats in the '90s mole people? Lois reads Clark's mail at work warning him of a mole man attack on a power station. She realizes he doesn't check his mail at the Daily Planet because the mail boxes are on the ground floor and he always comes in via the roof. So she leaves a note on his computer and tells a coworker that if they see Clark, tell him Lois left a note on his computer. Too bad Clark didn't give Lois a nifty watch that alerts him to trouble like he gave his boy Jimmy. Maybe he did but she used it on non-emergency things like needing to get super fucked or asking him to pick up toilet paper on the way home so he took it away.

Before Clark can read the message about underworld monsters breaking into a power station's sub-levels, the monsters cut the power and Clark loses Lois's message! How did Lois not foresee that happening?! She's fucking losing her touch.

Meanwhile, Doomsday proves he's as dangerous as a feral cat.

I don't know why the bird flies directly into Doomsday's hand. Is that ever mentioned again? Does he have the power to control animals? Was that scene simply an allusion to the canary in a coalmine theory of detecting danger? Plus it reiterates the idea that this threat to Superman comes from under the ground. Is that important or am I making too big a deal out of it? Was Doomsday meant to represent Satan? Was this some kind of Christian allegory where good battles evil? Then it looks like evil has won but good actually just died to save mankind and then returns from the dead a short time later? Were we all fooled into buying some pop culture Christian tat? Man, I'm so pissed now!

If you want to see how quickly a crack journalistic news team like the people running the Daily Planet can figure out when a blackout happens, check this out:

Almost as quickly as everybody else in the world!

I'm surprised the media would jump to the conclusion that Metropolis was having a blackout without first hearing all the sides to the story. If even one person says there's no blackout, don't they feel compelled to then report that some sources say there is no blackout and that opinion should be weighted just as heavily as the opinions — heavily weighted with all of the evidence that their opinion is correct — that a blackout is happening. I guess internally, inside the newsroom, they can speak the truth which they'd never dare print. Assholes.

Meanwhile the underworld monsters (or should I say the demons from hell?) celebrate their victory over electric power. They will now rule the city since we all know that nobody can do anything but whinge on and on when the power goes out. The overworlders will simply roll over just to get a little more juice for their entertainment systems.

Meanwhile, Doomsday smashes a tree. Boy, he sure is evil!

Superman apparently got the message about the power station being under attack because he arrives in time to find some little kid spraypainting the Superman logo on the roof of the power station. He doesn't have time to arrest the kid for copyright infringement because he has to go underground and stop the army of mole people from taking over Metropolis and also killing Lois. With the help of a pacifist underworld hippie, Superman saves Lois. Without any help from anybody else, Superman saves Metropolis from the underworlders who weren't actually Metropolis underworlders but refugees from Warworld who couldn't stop making war.

Superman couldn't pull his punch enough to not make a hippie's head explode. Lois just returned the favor and saved that guy's life.

I don't know about you but Lois's foot going up Superman's bunghole is kind of doing it for me right now.

Meanwhile, Doomsday finally decides to attack a bridge so that the Justice League notices. Nobody cared when he was just destroying wildlife. But start doing property damage and the authorities perk up real quick. Oberon hears about the carnage and contacts the Justice League to take care of it and/or get their asses kicked so hard that they all lose confidence in themselves and fear fighting crime for the rest of their lives.

Superman: The Man of Steel #18 Rating: B. I never read much Superman so was this kind of thing normal? Did he often beat up a space threat like Warworld only to have to face some threat from underground immediately after? Constantly swinging back and forth between the two? Which makes Doomsday the ultimate threat because he crawled out of the Earth but we eventually find out he's from space. I think. What am I, a boring ass Superman scholar? Unless he was battling Lobo or Ambush Bug, I barely gave a shit about him! I only owned the entire run of DC Comics Presents for the guest stars!

Robin III: Cry of the Huntress #6 (March 1993)

Cover with sealed bag hawking all the goodies inside.

"All the goodies" basically means "a comic book with a pretty shitty 'poster' as well." I haven't scanned any of the posters because they haven't been anything special. It's not like they had moving pictures that looked more like Brundlefly teleportation accidents or were full of homoerotic imagery like the alternate cover of this issue.

Just imagine two men fucking and that's what this cover looks like when you pull the tab.

That technological cover is clear enough that you can see how Robin wants to stay and watch the two men fuck but The Huntress thinks he's too young and tries to drag him out. Even though she also wants to watch them fuck. She's horny but very responsible.

Last issue ended when Robin's dick decided that stopping the bad guys and saving The Huntress were less important than rescuing a girl who seemed like maybe she was sort of interested in putting her hand down his pants. If you didn't read last issue, you might be giving Robin the benefit of the doubt and giving me no benefits at all (which I don't deserve even if I'm going to tell you why you're wrong about giving those benefits to Robin and any Christian charity in the United States) and thinking, "Well, the girl must have been in immediate danger so of course, as a hero, he'd throw out the earlier plans to blow everything to shit." But this girl wasn't in any danger at all. He actually put her in more danger by trying to rescue her since stopping the bad guys and saving The Huntress would have resulted in the girl he wants to fuck being rescued as well. You might think I'm judging Robin here but I get it. When you're a hormonal teenager, you never think you're going to get laid and you do some really stupid fucking shit in the service of possibly getting laid, no matter how terrible the odds are. Sometimes you even miss out on getting laid because you don't quite understand "sunk costs" as a teenager and you continue to pursue the person you've put loads of time into trying to fuck when other people are sidling up to you and basically throwing their genitals in your face but you've gone genital blind pursuing the first person. That's a common problem, right? It wasn't just me acting like a professional soccer goalie deflecting tons of pussy from going into my net because I was so focused on one quite specific pussy? And by "pussy", I mean "person I was totally in love with", of course. I'm not a creep!

This issue begins with Tim getting caught trying to put the lady's hand on his junk.

Rookie mistake, Tim! You don't want to force an experience like that! What you want is surprise hand on your dick! Like that time I was at a party and this girl (I was still a boy! Actually we were late teens!) followed me into the bathroom and then embraced me to kiss. She slid her hands down the back of my pants and into my underwear and I was all, "Whoa! That's cool!" But then guess what she did?! She slid her hands around to the front and grabbed my pee pee! Then I was all, "Ultra whoa! This is way cooler!" But there wasn't a lock on the door to this bathroom at my friend Chris's house and I still really had to piss so I broke it off and later we went across the street to a local library where we didn't have any sex at all even when she pulled down my pants and exposed my weenie to the entire book-loving library world (it was like super late at night though so don't get all freaked out about some daycare kids seeing this smut!) and then I pulled her pants down and she was all, "Do you have a condom?" And guess what? I didn't! So I pulled our pants back up and we made out a bunch and I didn't think until much later that she probably wanted to at least give me a hand job! Still acting like a soccer player but this time I basically scored an own goal! Fucking idiot!

So anyway, as I was saying, Tim didn't get a hand job because some Russian mob guys interrupted. Was The Huntress off somewhere getting a hand job? I don't remember. Let's find out together!

Maybe? Is this how women react to hand jobs?

I'm saying "hand job" because that's much less violent sounding than "finger bang" and I'm no misogynist! Also I'm an American so I'm pro creating jobs. Oh, but if I'm American than I should be pro guns as well and I should be totally find with "finger bang"! Maybe I'm just confused and I just like thinking about a woman getting a hand job and then gasping and spitting out a bunch of saliva bubbles. What I don't like is some weird guy with a Guy Gardner haircut looking on.

Ariana seems confused by Robin saving her but not saving any of the other women being forced to package heroin. Also she's been drugged so she might not even realize all of this is actually happening.

So when G.I. Joe told me "knowing was half the battle," the other half of the battle was "getting laid"?

KGBeast hasn't immediately killed The Huntress because his boss wants to know who she's told about his counterfeiting operation. He's all, "You are being just a woman! Surely you have being told a man about what you are being up to being!" And The Huntress is all, "Get fucked. Men suck!" And he's all, "I am being a man! KGBeast! Being choking her until she being spitting bubbles!" That's when that panel I scanned earlier happens. She wasn't having an orgasm at all! She was nearly dying! These comic book artists seriously have a hard time drawing hot women in distress. It always looks like they're coming their brains out! Or is that just me? Insert a pic of David Mitchell in a Nazi uniform with the words underneath, "Am I the grossie?"

I haven't mentioned that I'm currently reading Infinite Jest yet this review so here's where I mention it. One thing I was really surprised by it was what it was about, having only known of the book as a lengthy thing full of endnotes written by a guy who eventually hung himself from his back deck. So I was pretty surprised when I realized the genre was "Sci-fi tennis." At first I kept thinking, "Are all of these characters mutants? Why does he keep mentioning their 'bigger arm'? And then I was all, 'Oh yeah! They're all training to be tennis pros and tennis pros basically just use the one arm while the other one atrophies!'" Also there's a league of wheelchair bound assassins! I bet you want to read it now!

I also just recently finished John Steinbeck's Cup of Gold, Stephen King's Night Shift, and Kurt Vonnegut's Jailbird. Two out of three of those were a re-read. The only thing I didn't accomplish since my last comic book review that makes me mighty ashamed to have not accomplished was shitting directly in Donald Trump's stupid fat mouth while J.D. Vance watches a cries from the corner of the room.

Now somebody's going to accuse me of having Trump Derangement Syndrome. But that's okay because the only reason people accuse other people of that is so that they don't have to try to rationalize all of Trump's stupidity into intelligence sounding nonsense. It's just an invented retort because they can't say, "You obviously see the rational truth of the situation but I have to continue to pretend to see a brilliant leader and intelligent person even though there's nothing but Fox News propaganda that I can point to to justify that belief. So instead, I'll accuse you of being mentally ill with a made-up mental illness. Ha ha! You idiot!" I sometimes feel so bad for these people who went all-in, lost everything, but now continue to sit penniless at the poker table pretending they're holding any cards. All these people apparently thought the little kid who said the Emperor was naked was the villain of the story. They're all out here wanting to be the people who saw the Emperor's wang but pretending it was covered by slacks. Y'all fuckin' stupid.

My word! *fans myself with a delicate lace-lined fan*

Before Russian Guy Gardner can carry out his, um, threat?, Robin kicks in the door and begins kicking ass. He distracts KGBesast with his face while The Huntress kicks the shit out of knock-off Gardner while hanging tied up from the rafters. She throws out some feminist quips while doing so but since this comic book is from 1993, it's not woke and those quips shouldn't exist. So I'll just pretend they don't for the sake of the dumb-ass morons who think they're being criticized anytime anybody mentions any sort of compassion, justice, or community awareness. As if superhero comic books haven't always been pretty much 100% that for their entire history!

Robin and The Huntress flee from KGBeast but do not leave the building because Tim's dick is all, "Wait! Wait! We still need to get laid!" So Tim is all, "We can't leave yet! We have to save the girl we thought was dead who isn't dead because she's here packaging heroin!" And The Huntress is all, "Look, if risking your life for getting laid is that important to you, I'll jerk you off when we get out of here." But Bruce Wayne didn't train Tim Drake to flee from a potential fuck possibility! They go back for the girl.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Dragons show up to murder basically everybody. They're a bit late. There's only 12 pages left in this six issue series!

He put too many skill points in "Care What Other People Think of You" and not enough in "Self-Preservation."

I don't know why people would put skill points in "Care What Other People Think of You" but I see it all the time so I guess people love to pump that skill. I think the majority of pedestrians who get struck by cars and killed in Portland at night during rain storms by drivers who were not being careless or drunk are examples of this Russian guy's imbalance of skill point distribution.

Should I explain myself better before I'm eaten alive by people who think I'm defending cars and not pedestrians? I'm just pointing out that there's way too many people who have really low scores in "Self-Preservation" and they tend to cross streets without a light or a crosswalk in the dark and the rain while expecting cars to stop for them because why wouldn't they? But they don't realize that we have far too many cars with the brightest fucking headlights in the world now who often blind cars driving in the opposite direction so that with being blinded, being dark, and having sheets of rain come down, it's much harder to see somebody in the street especially when it's a surprise person in the middle of the street because they're nearly impossible to see until it's too late. I'm not pro car! I'm pro people wanting to love being alive enough to take the proper care to keep themselves alive and not expect everybody else to keep them alive! Be careful out there, my fellow pedestrians! And bike riders! And car controllers too!

King Snake winds up battling KGBeast for the big climactic battle since we've seen KGBeast is simply too much for The Huntress and Robin. I kind of like that because we rarely see when the heroes have limits that they don't eventually, heroically, overcome them. But here, there's like eight pages left and The Huntress and Robin are fucking legging it. No way they'll wind up having to beat KGBeast, right?

The Huntress and Robin run into Ghost Dragon Lynx as they're escaping with Ariana. That's a big climactic fight that's more their experience level.

Hmm. That climactic battle was a bit anticlimactic. Maybe The Huntress will battle KGBeast!

King Snake defeats KGBeast just like he knew he could. I guess he was right about being the greatest assassin in the DC Universe (between him and KGBeast, of course. Later, I'm sure he'll be killed by Deathstork or Lobo as he tries to prove his title). The Huntress shows up with a flamethrower and threatens to burn all the counterfeit money if the Ghost Dragons don't let all of the Commie Tsar's prisoners go. He agrees not realizing that Robin fucked with the printing so that the bills will easily be flagged as counterfeit. The Huntress and Robin head home to get their lives back in order which means Robin only has two pages left to get his dad to not send him to Metropolis, get his counselor to not file paedo charges against Bruce Wayne, and get Batman to not fire him for disobeying him all week.

No wait. I was wrong. It's just one page!

Is Batman hiding in the bushes with his Bat Signal Flashlight? Fucking needy bastard.

Robin III: Cry of the Huntress #6 Rating: B. I'm so glad 21 year old me purchased this series so that 53 year old me could read it again 32 years later and think, "Ho hum. Whatever." What a majestic life I'm leading!